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There's something under his bed again. He can hear it moving about, he can smell it, and he doesn't know if it's the demon come back, if it's found him even here, or something else. Ragnar's - in the bathroom, perhaps, or gone downstairs for something to drink. Wherever he is, he isn't there.

Athelstan lies, alone and rigid in the dark, not daring to move until it stops. Then he gets up, and he takes a candle and looks under the bed.

There's nothing there.

He lies slowly back down on the mattress - and within a minute, it starts again.

Athelstan bolts for the door.
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Athelstan of Lindisfarne

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